“Wisdom guides our footsteps along the path of understanding”
© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen
“Wisdom guides our footsteps along the path of understanding”
© 2015 Merriam Kathaleen
I dedicate this poem to my son, Mark. I thank you for all the countless hours we have spent in long discussions of how you and I wait patiently for God’s divine guidance. How we have spent time and again talking about “Man plans his way, God determines his steps” I LOVE you so very much my dear son.
As we sit in long-awaited anticipation
Surely the best virtue by far will be
patience rendered hopefully
Wait, we can hear so plainly now
That of course, clear as the bell
imagination, the answer will tell
Where has this come from?
Have we heard it before?
Will we desire it that much more?
Can it be our mind thoughtlessly
will play a trick we cannot see
For, truly if this is so
Solidly on rock-hard ground, not sand!
Firmly our feet in exaltation shall stand!
We will pronounce gladly our answer profound!
For, lo we will know
after all we have done
Triumphantly our patience has won!
©2015 Merriam Kathaleen
Here in Las Cruces the morning dawned wide and silver bright. The sun was hidden behind clouds trying to peer through. The sun’s rays instead of a golden yellow were platinum silver and were spreading this majestic hue everywhere I looked. Soon the clouds began to build dark as though sketched in charcoal. All of a sudden the sky opened up pouring out a delightful light shower of rain drops to quench the parched earth. With a week of mild to warmish temperatures here in our waterless southwest this moisture repast was gladly received by our desert landscape. The rain though gentle and not the torrential downpour that comes in the springtime did not last very long but was joyfully taken in by every bush, the dry grasses and of course the ever present weeds. When day after day of bright sunshine is what we are given here in our desert home and the dry vegetation wonders where the next drink is coming from this wonderful silver morning of rain was a welcome gift.
Oh, how I would like to write about this wonderful experience or that awesome one. But, instead I’m going to write about how two days last week just when I thought that life couldn’t be any better the bottom sort of fell out. My Gosh, life is pretty amazing.
The first day, all was going along merrily. I was working on my post, “The Journey Of My Vintage Navajo Necklace Takes Me To Old Mesilla”. Then all of a sudden my internet connection went dead. I spent over an hour trying to figure out what was wrong with my computer when I finally gave up. I don’t know why, but, when there is something wrong with my internet connection I always go into “fix-it” mode with my computer. I usually go into this “fix-it” mode because invariably the problem is with a glitch in my computer. So, of course this time I figured the problem was going to be computer related. Nope, I was completely off base. Everything that I tried to “fix” on my computer did not fix the problem. Try as I might I just could not get a solid connection to the internet. I finally gave up and shut down my computer and then I found out that it was not my computer that was having problems it was the ISP (internet service provider) that was offline. At that point there was nothing I COULD do.
When it is my computer that is having the problem even with my limited technology ability I can usually figure out the problem and correct it so that I can continue on my computing way. Only this time I wasn’t able to fix the problem, especially when I finally discovered the reason I was sans internet was due to the ISP being down. The problem was completely out of my control and hands. So, I had to resign myself to spending the rest of my afternoon without being able to do anything online. At first, I was frustrated then as I realized that my being frustrated would not change the situation I R-E-L-A-X-E-D. I gave over to the higher power. I surrendered, relaxed, breathed deeply and had a very enjoyable and stress free rest of the afternoon.
That night as I looked back on my day it became very clear to me that if I had let my frustration about losing the internet run me I would have been miserable the rest of the day. It also became very clear that I had lived an example of letting go and letting be and letting God. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep. For, just a silly experience of losing my internet became truly a further great eye-opening and heart-opening education for me in the greater understanding of surrendering and letting go.
The next opportunity I had in this letting go process was just a few days later when I walked into the kitchen and there on the floor was a puddle of water. At first I thought one of the cats had peed on the floor. I know the cats would not do that but that was the only explanation that made sense to me until something told me to investigate further. No, it wasn’t because a kitty cat peed it was because the dishwasher had peed. The dishwasher was leaking water all over the kitchen floor and the water was running into the family room like a rushing river. Needless to say I sprung into action. I grabbed paper towels to sop up the rushing water and to make a dam against the onslaught of the rushing dishwasher river. (tile floors instead of carpet is definitely a lifesaver.) With a paper towel dam in place I quickly dashed to the linen closet and grabbed big thick towels to take care of the standing water.
It was a good idea I got the thick big towels because the problem was not just a little leak. Apparently, the water was not draining from the bottom of the dishwasher and it was seeping out through the dishwasher door. I was happy I had figured out where the water was coming from. The river on the kitchen and family room floor was sopped up by the towels and now I could turn my attention to bailing out the inside of the dishwasher. As I was bailing it occurred to me the dishwasher had not been run for several days and the last time it was run it worked fine.
I first discovered the leak on the floor around 9:30 in the morning and by the time I sopped up the rushing river on the floor and bailed out the dishwasher it was close to noon. But, I was happy because the water was gone. Or so I thought. Within an hour there was another river of rushing water on the floor and the water culprit was dripping as fast as it could from the unhappy dishwasher. I had been smart and left dams of towels on the floor just “in case” the water came back. I opened the dishwasher door and once again there was standing water inside. I again sopped up the water from the kitchen and family room floors and bailed out the dishwasher. By now it was past 3:00 in the afternoon. I had spent almost my entire day wrestling with this leaking water problem that was continually coming back. I realized I could sop up and bail but that was not going to stop the leaking problem. I now called for help and by 5:00 the problem was stopped.
Ok, the leaking water problem was solved but, my entire day and especially my afternoon time I spend writing was gone. My day had turned upside down. As I was sopping up the river of leaking water earlier in the morning I said to myself “This is what happens in life.” Yep, life is full of these little surprises. You wake up thinking all is going ok and then, out of the blue (astrologically speaking this was definitely a Uranus happening moment.) a river of leaking water happens and the next thing you know is your whole day disappears from you as you sop up water and bail. All I could do was laugh at the situation. So, I laughed in between sopping, bailing and thinking about how this is what happens in life. Yep, laughing certainly helped me to not go into frustration mode. Laughing also helped me to realize this was yet another example of me needing to surrender. Because, once again, everything that happened was not as I had planned for my day. After I took care of everything I could at last sit down and I treated myself to some yummy chocolate. Ahhh! Everything was now better.
There is nothing better than letting go and letting God and of course, not to mention, celebrating with yummy chocolate how I managed a chaotic day.
These two unexpected experiences have set the tone for me of relaxing into a stress free existence at least for now anyway and until the next “life happens” event comes along.
Does Patience Pay off? I don’t know. What I do know is, while I have been waiting patiently for something to happen regarding a legal issue I am up to my eyeballs with some things about this issue took place these past three days that may have shaken the ground some. Now my case may be moving forward faster then a locomotive. I don’t know this for sure, which means now I will have to sit patiently and wait to see what happens next.
Ahh yes!The patience angel is sitting on my shoulder and smiling. She is whispering in my ear “Let’s wait and see what happens now that you squarely landed the ball in THEIR court.”
What took place may also be a fantastic blessing coming to me along with a loving card signed by my friend the patience angel.
The patience angel is with me again today. She is whispering in my ear “Please wait and write a poem instead of writing your post on ‘From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses.’ ”
Something tells me that my muse and the patience angel are working together to guide my writing today. To tell you the truth I’m not ready to write my post on the Crosses. I need to do more research in order to get some facts down. This may sound like procrastination, but, it really isn’t. When my posts are strictly about my musings I can write directly about the subject at hand. However, when my post includes musings as well as some structured facts then I have to spend time in the research mode and not just rely on creatively writing. Hmmmmm. This sounds more and more like the collaboration of my muse and the patience angel to get me to slow down and “smell the roses” before I venture forth with my Crosses historical and current day tour dialogue. And so I will follow my muse and the patience angel’s lead. I will post the poem that unfolded this weekend in front of my mind.
THE PATIENCE ANGEL
There is an angel on my shoulder
She is always near and with me
both night and day
My constant companion
She brings me peace
She softens and guides
my every way
She teaches me
She leads me
to live my life from greed
The patience angel shows me
God won’t give what I want
God gives what I need
This gift is from above
and heaven sent
She whispers in my ear
If I’m smart and wise I will follow
these directions very closely
To live my life fully without any fear
©2014 Merriam Kathaleen
I decided to write this post while I patiently await the words to come tumbling forth for my post about the crosses. Oh Boy! Here’s that patience angel again. I am writing about the differences and similarities of my original hometown Santa Cruz, California (Holy Cross) and my new hometown Las Cruces, New Mexico (The Crosses). While I am writing about the obvious, the crosses, I am also writing about so much more. Yes, even though my words about the crosses and so much more are not physically being written down in a post, I definitely am writing the post in my mind. I am patiently awaiting my muse to speak to me, to join me in the dance of words that are pirouetting within my writers mind. Has this ever happened to you? You are working on writing and the words come together in your mind and while those words gel within you and before you get them written down you get the urge to write on a completely different topic. Well, that is exactly what is going on with me. I’m working on what words to bring together about the crosses and the so much more while I am writing this post. I call this percolating my muse’s coffee. Even though I don’t drink coffee anymore I can still percolate it for my muse.
As I percolate about the crosses and the so much more I realize that I am practicing patience. How about that? The patience angel just pops up in front of me as I think I am writing a post. She tells me nope, you are not writing this particular post. Instead, you are going to write about having the patience to let the words dance around in your mind first before you actually write them down. Yesterday I started to write my post “From The City Of Holy Cross To The City Of The Crosses” thinking I would finish it. I was completely wrong about that plan. I realized that I needed more time to write about the crosses and the so much more. Instead of a historical and contemporary tour dialogue of the Crosses Cities I decided to write a post about why I was taking my time to write it.
I’m learning just because I wanted to dance with my muse it doesn’t always mean that will happen. My muse is telling me “Let’s listen to the music a bit longer before we begin the dance”.